Happy Chuseok Harvest Festival to all.

Wishing a very Happy & Prosperous Chuseok Harvest Festival to all.Hoping that this wonderful Korean Thanksgiving day ushers in more Peace, Happiness and abundance to all.

The Korean Chuseok Festival is akin to the Thanksgiving Day and also in many ways the rituals and prayers for the ancestors are similar to followed by so many other Harvest Festivals across the world.

Chuseok (Korean: 추석),[1] originally known as hangawi (한가위, from archaic Korean for “the great middle (of autumn)”), is a major harvest festival and a three-day holiday in Koreacelebrated on the 15th day of the 8th month of the lunar calendar. Like many other harvestfestivals, it is held around the Autumn Equinox. As a celebration of the good harvest, Koreans visit their ancestral hometowns and share a feast of Korean traditional food such as songpyeon and rice wines such as sindoju and dongdongju.

I was reminded of my own childhood days when we would run out and play under the Sun without a clue of how long we had played outside instead of being glued to the Television watching Cartoons or playing virtual video games… (though I have nothing against either of it, excepting the fact of the time well-spent or ill spent during holidays… )

I remember My Dad taking us every night for an after dinner stroll as he slowly introduced us to stars, pointing them out. It was always a time of great bonding, talking about the whole day with me and my brother and his own day’s work or worries that he would share with us.

We had great fun, I recollect now so vividly while both of us tried locating the Great bear, the Casseopia (its the constellation shaped like a ‘W’) , the Belt of Orion and the Pole star.

He would encourage us to read (and even does so now) and find out more about the Stars, the Milky way and the Comets and and showed us so many constellations to me and my brother as we walked alongside with him… We would be forever asking him questions, as he would patiently answer us back, as we walked together on either side holding his hands.

I still remember holding his fingers and now look on fondly myself as my daughter scampers off almost jumping to get her bear-hug from her Grandad now and walk alongside him as he now answers her umpteen questions and listens to all her little fairy stories with ever rising wonder….

Truly, its the simple things and little incidents that sum up to make a life filled with joy !!Thanks for connecting with me and my blogs